I Live in Fear Every Day

I know I shouldn’t. I know some people say worry is a sin. That I’m either not a good Christian, or I need to let go or… whatever it is you tell people when they say they’re unreasonably afraid.

But I am.

Often.

I’m afraid every day of the unknown.

I’m afraid that I won’t get a “real” job and I’ll lose my house. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to support my small family. I’m afraid of what would happen to the cats if something did happen to the house. Dot, notsomuch. She’s young. She’s got relatives. She’ll … read the rest. . .

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To The One Who Lost Someone This Week and Others Who Are Hurting

It was a hard week for my People this week. One had a serious break-up. One lost a beloved pet. One lost a great-grandson. One marked the four-month anniversary of a death in the family.

And still others I know are continuing their own ongoing struggles. Family, health, finances, employment… and so many more aspects.

It seems that everyone I know ~ every one ~ is going through so much. Not just a little jostle, but a full-on battle to keep walking this tightrope of life.

And I’m at a loss for what to say to them. Individually, I want … read the rest. . .

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Author’s Notes: Gone Swimming

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

[For the original article, click here.]

This is another prompt from Writer’s Digest Community: You and a friend break into your neighborhood swim club late one night to go for an after-hours dip. While splashing around in the pool, you go into shock when a dead body floats to the top. Worse yet – it’s someone you know.

It happens that during the week I found this prompt, I had seen a few episodes of The Twilight Zone. I’ve not written much in the way of sci-fi or thrillers, so I wanted to give … read the rest. . .

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New Meaning to Ghost Writing (Journal, 10/19/2010)

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

Okay, I’m not one to go all in about spirits and things. I believe there are supernatural forces, but as a Christian, and a scaredy-cat, I ignore; nay, resist, such topics.

Most of the time.

Just over two weeks ago, I journaled about the death of my mentor.

We weren’t that close. He was someone I respected as a writer and creator. He encouraged and inspired me to continue in my own writing endeavors. Big words for what boils down to: I like what he said and did, and he saw potential in me.

And … read the rest. . .

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One of Those Days [Thirty Years Later]

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

August 4th is always worth remembering. At least in my family. It’s not a holiday. No anniversary or birthday. It’s much more somber. It’s the day my Dad died.

And this time, it’s been thirty years. It just happened; it happened a lifetime ago.

I was young, then; in age and in mind. I was 13 with no mind to chase boys but less desire to play with dolls. I was in that stage. I sat at the kitchen table looking through the brand new JCPenney’s winter catalog. The one that every kid waited for. … read the rest. . .

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